Peachy Keen Films-Shows Over

Maxxx ordered a personal showcasing of some underwear in his bedroom thinking he might get more than a few cool poses. They sent him Stevie, one of their top undergarments models. Taking off her decorate she slinks on to the sofa next to him and starts to display off her velvety glance and her lacy undies. But Maxxx wants a tiny more. She dismisses him, letting him know this is not that kind of show… But isn’t it?

Maxxx uses his timestop app to freeze the cockslut in her place. He raises up her top to witness her pointy baps and manipulates her face to observe a diversity of expressions. She makes him so wild. Thrusting her on her face, he uses her soles to get his fuck-stick stiff, pumping his man-meat in-between her leans. The silky mushy nylon dressed soles slip over his rod, as he works her soles over it.

He picks her up and makes her get down on all fours like the type of hoe her job imitates. His lollipop, downright turgid finds its way into her freely open jaw. Slobber rivulets from her lips in streams as he shoves his pink cigar farther and deeper into her facehole. He thrusts the drooly moist head of his chisel throughout her lips a few more times before letting go his taut sack into her throat. He delicately closes her jaws, his jizm still pooled on her tongue, unmusses her top and unfreezes her. What a excellent show!

But of course, she instantaneously notices the taste of jism in her jaws and the still damp slobber draping from her lips. She instantaneously knows something happened and exclaims she is going to call the agency. Maxxx lunges at the alarmed damsel and promptly takes her by the neck and wrings with all his might. Her bod twitches under the strain of his arms, and her gams dash and flail on the couch., her muff lips peaking out from behind their lace lurking place when her gams part. With a few last chokes for air, she drifts away into death, eyes constantly stationary open, gazing into the distance.